On Thanksgiving Eve, a single moment unraveled everything I thought I knew about love, family, and the future I’d planned. One unexpected encounter forced me to face a choice I never saw coming.
My cart was brimming with everything needed for the perfect Thanksgiving Eve: turkey, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, and even a bouquet of fresh flowers for the centerpiece. It was a ritual I loved, a chance to create something warm and special, even if Paul and I hadn’t fully agreed on what “special” meant for our future.
Passing the baby aisle, I couldn’t help but slow down. Rows of soft onesies and tiny shoes drew my gaze. I imagined the life I longed for—children laughing, little hands helping set the table. Paul hadn’t warmed to the idea yet, but I told myself he would someday.
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“I need to grab some wine,” Paul said suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts. “Why don’t you finish up here? I’ll meet you at the car.”
“Okay. Don’t be long.”
He leaned in, kissed my cheek lightly, and walked away toward the liquor section. Before I could reach for the whipped cream on my list, a frantic voice startled me.
“Excuse me! Please, can you hold her for just a minute?”
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I turned to see a woman, her face pale and her eyes darting around. Without waiting for my answer, she placed a small child in my arms.
“I’ll be right back!” she said hurriedly and disappeared into the aisles.
The little girl was so light in my arms, clutching a well-worn stuffed rabbit and staring up at me. Her light curls framed her face, giving her an angelic, fragile look.
“Uh… hi there,” I said, crouching down to her level and carefully setting her on her feet. “What’s your name?”
“Ella,” she whispered, holding her rabbit closer.
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“That’s a beautiful name.
I glanced around, hoping to catch sight of her mother, but the aisle was empty. Minutes ticked by, turning into ten. Unease settled deep in my stomach.
I couldn’t wait any longer, so I walked with Ella to the security desk to seek help to locate her mother. The staff quickly made an announcement over the intercom, but no one came forward. Ella pressed herself against my side.
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“Mommy said I’d spend the holidays with a new mommy,” she whispered.
The words hit me like a blow. My throat tightened as I fought back the surge of emotion.
“Lisa?” Paul approached, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and frowning as he took in the scene.
“What’s going on?” he asked, glancing between Ella and me.
I explained quickly, my words tumbling out.
“We need to take her to the police,” Paul said firmly. “They’ll know what to do.”
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I hesitated, looking down at Ella. Her tiny hand was still gripping mine like I was the only thing anchoring her to safety.
“Paul, I…”
“This isn’t something you can solve, Lisa,” he interrupted. “It’s not safe to keep her with us.”
I nodded, feeling a heavy weight settle in my chest as we walked to the car. Ella climbed into the backseat. She didn’t cry or fuss, she just stared quietly out the window as the streetlights flickered past.
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***
Paul drove in silence. I glanced at Ella. Her small figure looked so vulnerable huddled in the back seat. With every passing mile, the pull to protect her only grew stronger.
“Is that turkey in the bag?” Ella’s small voice broke the silence.
“Yes,” I said, turning slightly to meet her gaze. “It’s for Thanksgiving dinner.”
“What’s Thanksgiving?” she asked, tilting her head as though trying to puzzle it out.
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“It’s a holiday where we celebrate everything we’re thankful for,” I explained. “We gather with family, share a big meal, and spend time together.”
She frowned slightly. “I’ve never had a Thanksgiving. Is turkey good?”
The simplicity of her question hit me harder than I expected.
“Turkey’s delicious. And cranberry sauce, too. Have you ever tried it?”
Ella shook her head, clutching the rabbit closer. “No. Mommy says holidays are for other people.”
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My heart ached for her. As the police station came into view, I felt my pulse quicken.
“Paul, pull over,” I said suddenly, pointing to a gas station on the right.
“What?” He glanced at me, his brows knitting together. “We’re almost there, Lisa. Let’s just get this done.”
“Please, Paul. I need a moment to think.”
With a huff of frustration, he turned into the gas station and parked by the pumps. I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out into the crisp November air.
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Paul followed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not sure we should take her to the station yet. She’s just a child, Paul. She’s never had a Thanksgiving dinner. She’s never even tasted turkey.”
“And how is that our problem?” he shot back, gesturing toward the car. “Lisa, this isn’t our responsibility.”
“Maybe not. But doesn’t she deserve one happy evening? One night where she feels safe and loved?”
“Are you serious right now? You want to bring a stranger’s kid into our home? Do you even hear yourself?”
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I nodded. At that moment, Paul strode to the car, opened the back door, and motioned for Ella to get out.
“Paul, wait…” I started, panic rising in my chest.
“Good luck, Lisa,” he said coldly, climbing back into the driver’s seat.
Without another glance, he pulled away, leaving Ella and me standing at the gas station.
“It’s okay,” Ella whispered, looking up at me with a brave smile.
Her words both broke and steadied me. I knew I couldn’t turn back.
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***
Ella and I returned to the store. As we wandered through the aisles, I let her pick out a few extra decorations—paper turkeys, bright orange streamers, and even a tiny plush turkey she hugged tightly as if it were a long-lost friend.
“Can we get these too?” she asked, pointing to a pack of colorful paper napkins with cartoon pilgrims on them.
“Of course,” I said, smiling. “Anything else?”
She tilted her head thoughtfully, then grabbed a bag of marshmallows. “These.”
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I couldn’t go back to Paul’s place, but thankfully, I had my small apartment. It wasn’t festive or particularly grand, but it was mine. So, arriving at my apartment, we began the transformation.
Ella’s enthusiasm was contagious as she helped unpack the bags. Later, she insisted on stirring the cranberry sauce, her small hands gripping the wooden spoon tightly as she stood on a step stool.
“Is this okay?” she asked, looking up at me.
“It’s perfect,” I assured her. “You’re a natural.”
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The apartment began to glow from the warmth Ella brought into the space. When the turkey was finally ready, I carried it to the table, and Ella gasped as if I had presented her with a treasure.
“It’s so big,” she whispered, her eyes as round as the plates I’d set out.
“Let’s eat!” I said, pulling out a chair for her.
She hesitated, standing by her seat. “This is like a real Thanksgiving, right?”
“It is. The realest one I’ve ever had.”
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We sat together, and Ella’s laughter rang out as she tried cranberry sauce for the first time, her face scrunching up before she declared it “weird but good.”
Ella sat on the floor, cradling her plush turkey and staring at the glowing candles.
“Tomorrow, it’ll be over. I know I can’t stay.”
I knelt beside her, pulling her into my arms. “Ella, I wish you could. But tonight is ours, okay? No one can take this away.”
She nodded against my shoulder. “Thank you for today. It was the best day ever.”
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Meanwhile, a sharp knock at the door shattered the moment. I opened the door to find two representatives from Child Protective Services standing there. Behind them, Paul stood silently.
The CPS worker knelt at Ella’s level. “Hi, sweetie. We’re here to take you somewhere safe.”
Ella’s grip on my arm tightened. “Do I have to go?”
“They’ll take good care of you. I promise.”
Her small hand slipped from mine as they gently led her away. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she kept looking back at me, her turkey clutched tightly to her chest.
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***
As the door closed behind the CPS workers, I stood frozen, the emptiness of the apartment settling over me. Ella’s laughter still echoed faintly in my ears, but the warmth of the evening had vanished. I barely registered Paul’s footsteps as he walked up behind me.
“Well,” he said casually, his tone almost cheerful. “Let’s head to my place. We can still have that Thanksgiving dinner we planned.”
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I turned to him slowly. “Paul… are you serious?”
My voice wavered, caught somewhere between disbelief and anger. He frowned slightly as if he couldn’t quite grasp what I was upset about.
“What? I know tonight’s been… different, but we can still salvage it. I’ve got everything ready back home.”
“Paul,” I said, my words sharp, “how can you even think about that right now?”
“Is this about earlier? Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have left you two like that. I… I overreacted.”
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I stared at him. “You weren’t thinking clearly? Paul, a little girl needed one evening of love, of feeling like someone cared about her!”
He stepped closer, his hands raised in a gesture of appeasement.
“I get it. And I’m sorry. But Lisa, you can’t let this ruin everything. We’re good together as we are. Why complicate things with kids?”
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“Paul, this isn’t just about Ella. I’m 36. It’s about the family I’ve dreamed of.”
“Lisa, I love you. Isn’t that enough?”
“Not really. Not in the way I need us to be.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I am.”
“I guess this is it, then,” Paul muttered, heading for the door.
I didn’t stop him. The life I had imagined with him was nothing more than an illusion.
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***
That night, sleep was impossible. I lay awake, my mind replaying every moment with Ella. By morning, I drove to CPS and explained my intentions. The caseworker warned me of the challenges.
“These processes take time. It won’t be easy.”
“I’ll wait,” I said without hesitation. “However long it takes.”
Weeks passed. Finally, on Christmas Eve, the call came. My approval had been finalized. Ella was coming home.
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When I opened the door to see her standing there, her small face breaking into a smile, the weight of the past months disappeared. She ran into my arms, hugging me tightly.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Welcome home, Ella.”
That night, we decorated a Christmas tree together, stringing lights and hanging ornaments. Ella became my miracle, the heart of every holiday to come, and the family I had dreamed of for so long.
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BRAD PITT’S STUNNING RED CARPET DEBUT WITH INES DE RAMON LEAVES VENICE BUZZING
Brad Pitt and Ines de Ramon made a stylish red carpet debut at an event. While some online users have expressed happiness for the duo, others have posted comments riddled with lookalike theories and speculations.
Stealing the spotlight at the Venice International Film Festival, Hollywood couple Brad Pitt and Ines de Ramon made a striking red carpet debut in Italy on September 1. Their appearance has prompted a wave of mixed reactions from netizens who have seen the online photos of the duo, with some comparing Ines to a certain someone from Brad’s past.
For the prestigious event, which they attended for the premiere of Brad’s new movie *Wolfs*, Ines and Brad went for a black-and-white theme. Ines wore a chic, white, one-shoulder bodycon dress. She matched it with metallic heels and elegant, dangling earrings.
Ines’ beau looked dashing in an all-black outfit, including a double-breasted tuxedo jacket, flared pants, and a black t-shirt.
Throughout the evening, Brad and Ines shared several romantic moments, embracing each other and exchanging affectionate glances.
At one point, the evening turned into a bit of a double date when Brad and Ines were joined by the famous couple George and Amal Clooney. George was also at the Venice Film Festival for the premiere of “Wolfs,” in which he co-stars with Brad.
Amal looked stunning in a ruffled, sleeveless, pastel-yellow gown, while George matched her elegance in a classic black tuxedo.
Brad also posed for solo photos with his co-stars Amy Ryan and Austin Abrams. Reports mention that Brad and his girlfriend, Ines, attended the Venice Film Festival just two days after Brad’s ex-wife, Angelina Jolie, was seen at the event for the premiere of her new movie, *Maria*.
When photos of Brad Pitt and Ines de Ramon at the Venice Film Festival appeared online, social media users quickly shared their thoughts. Many were excited to see them together, praising Ines for her beauty and wishing the couple well.
One fan on Facebook wrote, “Good for him. He moved on. So should [you’s],” while another commented, “She is extremely beautiful.” Someone else wished Brad luck, saying, “Good Luck Brad Pitt. Hopefully she’s a Keeper.”
However, not everyone was positive. Some people criticized the relationship or questioned if it was just for publicity. One user wrote, “Shame on him,” and another asked, “Wonder if this is just for publicity?”
Additionally, some users compared Ines to famous women from Brad’s past. One person even noted, “She resembles [Meghan Markle].”
One Facebook user commented, “This young woman is not as pretty as Jennifer Aniston. I hope he learned something after his past relationships, but men usually don’t. Good luck to his new girlfriend. The only good thing is that he is older.”
Adding to the comparisons, one observer wrote, “LMAO can see Angelina’s face.” Another commented, “Jolie is much more attractive,” and someone else added, “She isn’t Jolie.”
While some people may be disappointed that Ines doesn’t look like Brad’s ex-wife, Angelina Jolie, it’s clear that Brad is very happy with her. According to a source, the couple had a wonderful summer before the Venice Film Festival.
The source mentioned that Brad has been working in Europe, which allowed them to spend a lot of time together there. The source said, “Brad is serious about Ines. He’s really happy and enjoys being with her. She’s easygoing, and everyone likes her.”
Brad and Ines first became linked in November 2022 when they were seen at a Bono concert. Soon after, they were also spotted at the premiere and afterparty for Brad’s movie “Babylon” in Los Angeles.
By July 2023, a source close to Brad and Ines said their relationship was still “going very strong.” The same source shared how much they enjoy being together.
In February 2024, another source revealed that Ines had moved into Brad’s home, although she still has her own place.
In July, Brad and Ines were seen at the British Grand Prix in Northampton, England. Before that, in May, they were spotted taking a peaceful morning walk on the beach in Santa Barbara, which got a lot of attention online.
The couple looked relaxed and comfortable at the event, dressing casually for the occasion. Some people online noticed that Ines seemed to have features similar to Brad’s famous exes, Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Aniston.
One person commented, “I can’t help but see a mix of both his ex-wives in her. It’s like combining Angelina and Jennifer into one.”
Another said, “She looks like a younger Angelina.” However, opinions varied. One Facebook user mentioned, “She doesn’t look like Angelina at all. She’s missing the cheekbones.”
While some focused on her resemblance to Brad’s exes, others praised Ines for her own unique beauty and the couple’s strong connection. “She looks beautiful just as herself. No need to compare her to Angie,” said a supportive comment on Facebook.
Fans have been discussing the deeper side of Brad and Ines’ relationship, appreciating how genuine Ines is. Some people commented, “Now he has someone who stands up for him,” and “Ines is the real deal. She’s not after money or fame. They seem to have a lot in common. I hope it works out!”
When they were spotted at the beach, they both wore white outfits, which added a touch of elegance to their casual stroll. Brad wore a white t-shirt with a loosely buttoned polo shirt and cream pants that suited the beach setting. He also had on orange sunglasses and was holding a drink, indicating a relaxed day.
Ines complemented Brad’s style with her own white flowy sundress that had a thigh-high slit. She finished her look with a sleeveless green puffer jacket and white sneakers.
This backdrop of personal changes for Ines mirrors Brad’s ongoing divorce saga, emphasizing how both are dealing with breakups in the public eye.
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